Or, came a wicked suggestion.
Perhaps this was exactly what they needed.
Perhaps this time would provide satiety.
Perhaps now they could move on from this mad hunger.
For it was a madness.
Desperation seized her as she moved on him, taking him so deep inside, pain and pleasure inextricable. An act so of the body, even as she reached beyond herself into another realm.
Thiswas what bodies were made for.
More than that,thiswas whatherbody was made for—to couple with him.
Deeper, he impaled her, and deeper, she took him. “Bea,” he muttered against her neck, stubble scraping against that sensitive skin, sending pleasure skittering through her as he drove with a relentless intensity. “You feel too good. I can’t last much longer.”
Along with every other pleasure this man was wreaking upon her, here was yet another pleasure and the most heady of them all—his desire for her, so desperate and pleading.
On his next stroke, her sex found its release, and she cried out, pulsing around him, as she clung tighter to him. On, he drove into her, his shaft impossibly hard, following the path of his own pleasure, her body but a vessel for its giving. On a shout, release took him, and he tumbled into the oblivion where she waited for him, their bodies sweaty, panting, enervated, as he slowed his movement to an eventual stop, even as they remained joined, their breaths and heartbeats as one.
This hadn’t been a gentle coupling of romance and soft beds.
This had been an act of desperation and need. A vulgar act… Afucking, to put it in the proper language.
Yet…it had also felt…right.
Until this moment, she hadn’t known this truth…
There was the mind.
Then there was the body.
She’d been absolutely certain the former ruled the latter.
But that belief had never been tested.
Until now.
Now, she saw it as a neat trick of societal and self deception.
The truth was the body was content to let the mind think it ruled until…
Until a too-handsome man with a too-pretty mouth happened into one’s life and laid waste to all the lies one had been telling oneself.
Here—on this bench—now—him still inside her—thiswas the truth.
And, for the rest of her life, she could never unknow it.
Face nestledinto the crook of her neck, Dev inhaled.
She smelled of crisp rain and woodsy forest and lemon soap andBeatrix.
So small and delicate in his arms, yet so substantial.
For there was she and he apart.
Then there was them together.
